Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 23

“Don’t be nervous. With Mr. Johnson, one of the top 10 outstanding lawyers in the world, as my family, I know the law well and will never break it. So, don’t worry about me.” Rachel knew that Adrian was annoyed to see her bullied by the Smith family and wanted to seek revenge for her.

But Adrian was obviously overqualified. If Rachel intended to retaliate against the Smith family, she could even make it without Adrian’s assistance.

Adrian raised his hand and pinched Rachel’s face, but her previously chubby face was pale and thin now. His heart ached at that, and he said with concern flashing in his eyes, “You brute, I am trying to help you!” NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Adrian learned from the previous phone call with his elder brother Tom that Rachel had devoted herself to the Smith family all these years but was abandoned by the scum Louis Smith. It was much more annoying than being defeated by his opponent.

“Uncle Adrian, I’ve thought it over. I won’t get married for the rest of my life.” Rachel leaned on Adrian’s shoulder and added, “From now on, I will stay by your side and won’t go anywhere.”

After her failed relationship with Louis, Rachel learned not to cater to indifferent people and also not to disregard others‘ kindness.

Smiling indulgently, Adrian ruffled Rachel’s hair and said with a gentle tone, “Whether to get married or not solely depends on you. The Johnson family doesn’t need to sacrifice your marriage to gain their wealth.”

After saying a few words, Adrian made his exit early due to work.

Before leaving, he turned to remind Rachel, saying, “Don’t forget to attend the board meeting next Monday.”

“Got it.” Rachel nodded her head.

After seeing Adrian off, Rachel glanced at the clock and found it was almost time for her appointment with David.

She took a shower and changed into a clean dress.

Not long after Rachel finished dressing up, there was a knock at the door.

At the sight of David’s assistant Eddie, Rachel was slightly stunned, and her heart pounded inexplicably.

Her lips then curled into a polite smile. “Thank you, Mr. Brook.”

“Miss Grey, you are welcome.” Observing Rachel’s smile, Eddie inadvertently mentioned David, saying, “Mr. Jones is occupied for the time being, so he asked me to take you there.”

Since perceiving David’s affection for Rachel, Eddie had been treating Rachel more respectfully and cautiously, as if Rachel were his boss.

Rachel showed a half smile and replied softly, “Thank you for telling me about this.”

After getting into the car, Eddie explained, “Old Mrs. Jones was discharged from the hospital three days ago. I’m sending you to the mansion now.”

“Thank you,” answered Rachel.

The car finally halted in front of a tranquil villa.

The black and white villa was surrounded by lush greenery, looking as beautiful as a landscape painting. People seeing it could clearly sense the tranquility and peace of being remote from the madding crowd.

The whole mansion owned four courtyards. They were square and exquisite, showing off their sheer majesty.

There was a lake in the middle of the courtyards, and the stream meandered through the flowers and trees, passing under the corridor like a curved moon encircling half of the mansion. The koi hidden under the lotus leaves were faintly visible through the shimmering surface of the lake.

Old Mrs. Jones’s house was located on the east side of the mansion. A breeze blew over the beautiful flowers and trees nearby, and Rachel could smell their faint yet refreshing fragrance.

At this moment, the maids were working in an orderly manner. Eddie walked into Old Mrs. Jones’s house and spoke, “Old Mrs. Jones, Miss Grey is here.”

“Lead her in, please!” Old Mrs. Jones answered without hesitation.

Rachel walked inside and greeted Old Mrs. Jones, “Sorry for my

unexpected arrival, Old Mrs. Jones.”

“Please don’t say that.” With beaming eyes, Old Mrs. Jones held Rachel’s hand and led her to the sofa. “I am really glad that you visited me.”

Old Mrs. Jones looked carefully at Rachel’s fair little face. Rachel looked much better, but she remained frail. “How are you doing?”

Rachel replied gently, “Thanks for your concern, Old Mrs. Jones. I’m already better. What about you? I didn’t know that you were discharged from the hospital…”

“It’s nothing serious. It’s an old weakness of mine.” Old Mrs. Jones looked at the well–behaved and sensible Rachel and found her more adorable. “David said that he was responsible for your hospitalization. Is it true?”